We trod the path, hunched
and pull our faces in.
We bend our heads.
The wind is strong
when you walk into it.
But I take your hand
and we struggle
against the icy rain
pelting our faces.
We’ve walked this route
in centuries past;
guarding ourselves
from saying too much.
We were different then,
simple. direct and not fashionable.
We were honest
in our appraisal.
We’ve become alien
to our prior selves.
And I can’t say
it improves us much.
What do you think?
2 responses to “We Trod The Path”
I think it’s a case of forgetting why we came into the room. We may find the answer we sought but forget why we wanted to know. So we move ahead without the knowledge of where we started.
John, some forget but others have an open head. The heavens will declare you a good student! I am glad you commented.